Loving Ourselves

We make promises to ourselves likeWe’ll get some rest.We’ll slow down.We’ll stop doing so much.We’ll stop trying to pour from an empty cupand pouring from a cup before it’s full. […]

Black Boy Joy

For so long we’ve taken pictures with blank expressions.Canvases waiting for the liberation of a smile. Hiding away as if smiling means being less than a man. Or not man […]

Birth of a Poem

When a thought is conceivedwe don’t always know whatit will grow up to be.Sometimes as thethought developsit can split into two,three, or more.Each one as importantas the beginning.Each one needing […]